poems

Started by Robyn, July 17, 2014, 03:05:10 PM

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Robyn

okay,

so let's start here
with
a few
words
feel them appear
in front of you

then take my fingers
chop them of
one by one

rip out my ribs
cut my arms
and legs

take a spoon
and gouge out my eyes
make me blind
make me invisible

peel off my skin
and wrap me like a fire blanket
around your burning
flesh
pulverize my bones
inject me, feel me get lost
in your anatomy
dissolve
through your arteries
once
and
for
all


rip me into hundreds
of pieces
then sew me
a new body

make me whole
make me strong

give me
a heart that won't break 
a smile
you must love

give me
arms that can carry you
new eyes
to see me with

give me fingers to make you tremble
a chest
you can rest against

and make me beautiful, please
just make me



somebody new




jenkins


Robyn

I got drunk, and I wrote this. it's 6 in the morning, and it's starting to become light outside. I love being drunk when it's starting to become light outside

C.M

C.M

I watch her curiously
as she moves over the platform
once again

she has ripped stockings,
a t-shirt
of Charles Manson's face
and mascara
that is painting spiders
across her face

she confuses me;

she is fragile and happy
she is lost somewhere
in between
CM's legal arguments
and herself

this is the second time
I meet her
and I ask her:

why do you prostitute yourself
why the heroin
with all this potential,
you go to most popular school
in the country
and are the most gorgeous woman
I have ever met

I swear,
it's true

I meet her
a third and a fourth
and a fifth time

still the same procedure
over and over:

we take the train
to Hagsätra end station
and back again

she is still happy and fragile
as she moves over the platform
and I am
still as curious
as I watch the city breathe life
through the train window:

the colors of the sky

it's beautiful up there
as if God has murdered someone
and let the body
bleed over the sky

jenkins

just 24 page minimum it, get your friend to make the cover, discover a creative talent for book formatting within you (font/spacing), and we'll publish it

Robyn

Quote from: jenkins on March 16, 2018, 12:31:12 AM
just 24 page minimum it, get your friend to make the cover, discover a creative talent for book formatting within you (font/spacing), and we'll publish it

omg, are you serious?  I'll do it of course. it would be an honor! neon burrito <3
I'll send you a PM.

Robyn

your body is a paradise,
a shangri-la
where nothing hurts

I feel it
I feel it tremble
when I push my fingers 
in between
your ribs

I feel the warmth of your body
kissed
around my hands
like a bathtub of butchered animals
around my skin

and I see you, yes honey
I see you

I see you smile at me
mysteriously
as if you were showing me
a secret,
when you pull down
your panties

I see the the fluids that glitter,
a hole
which hides
my escape from this world
as my tongue
search the answers
inside you

so let me get in there
as deep as I can

feel me release myself
where you are the most fragile
and let me sink
deeper and deeper
into your temple of scars
to a place no one else
than me
has been

feel me disappear
into a different reality
to the place
where my mother
created me
where it's safe and warm
a shangri-la
in the shape of bones, flesh
and tissues,
human materials tasting of comfort
(as it does)
and I guess, of strawberries
or some other sweet
of your choice

it doesn't really matter
what I want to say
is this:

you and I proved them wrong
all those people
who didn't believe us
when we told them
that we isn't
just ugly

yeah, you and I
tangled together as one
during a few seconds of freedom
a sense
of completeness
before it all is over
before we turn on the lights
and welcomed ourselves
to a reality
we do everything in our power
to escape


jenkins


Robyn

just tonight
human-like bodies are making
silent promises,
the soft hand of the strobe light
squeezes the girls lost
just tonight

you stroke the jukebox
you kiss the cigarette machine
you pray for the night
to fell out its wheels

just tonight, you escaped here
soon you'll crave
exactly somewhere else

Robyn

you weave a poem of her body
you build a temple of words around her
the details
you are trying to remember the details

soon you realize
she's not the only one gone:

you miss yourself
today you miss yourself

Robyn

every morning
I take my camera, photograph
the traces of your body
you left to me
in my sheets

every time you leave
I drink my coffee, smoke my cigarettes
on the balcony
and look at the pictures

some mornings
I smile as I watch them
and listens to a breathtaking version

of I Only Have Eyes for You

jenkins